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Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Postcards for my dad on the fourth anniversary of his death.

I took myself for a solo picnic to write him a letter and enjoy *being alive.* The world feels very heavy these days, but I’d still rather be here than not. There are flowers still blooming and sunlight still warming the earth and a cool breeze finally kicking up in Yokohama. There are two beautiful new babies in my family this year, and wow, I wish my dad could have met them.

Wish you were here, Dad. I still miss you so much. ❤️

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Behold, a Cameron appreciation post! Four years married to this guy. Good times and bad has looked an awful lot like travel highs and deep valleys of grief.He is steady and gracious and patient and kind regardless of the place or situation. And how lucky for me that I get to be his partner through it all.

Happy anniversary, love. God only knows what I’d be without you.

Postcards for my dad on the third anniversary of the last day he lived:

Today I wandered the streets in search of some way to memorialize you here, a place where we have no shared memories. I didn’t find it. And I didn’t want to force it. So I sat on a park bench in silence. I watched the water. I listened to the city. I remembered how you would comment on my Instagram posts and stories (back when I actually posted). I remembered how, even when you were sick, even when your voice dropped to a weak rasp, you always asked me how I was doing. You were interested even in the mundane parts of my life. Thank you for that.

This still feels unfair, Dad. I miss you. Wish you were here.

#postcardsfromfaraway

Postcards for my dad on the third anniversary of the last day he lived:

Today I wandered the streets in search of some way to memorialize you here, a place where we have no shared memories. I didn’t find it. And I didn’t want to force it. So I sat on a park bench in silence. I watched the water. I listened to the city. I remembered how you would comment on my Instagram posts and stories (back when I actually posted). I remembered how, even when you were sick, even when your voice dropped to a weak rasp, you always asked me how I was doing. You were interested even in the mundane parts of my life. Thank you for that.

This still feels unfair, Dad. I miss you. Wish you were here.

#postcardsfromfaraway

Postcards for my dad on the third anniversary of the last day he lived:

Today I wandered the streets in search of some way to memorialize you here, a place where we have no shared memories. I didn’t find it. And I didn’t want to force it. So I sat on a park bench in silence. I watched the water. I listened to the city. I remembered how you would comment on my Instagram posts and stories (back when I actually posted). I remembered how, even when you were sick, even when your voice dropped to a weak rasp, you always asked me how I was doing. You were interested even in the mundane parts of my life. Thank you for that.

This still feels unfair, Dad. I miss you. Wish you were here.

#postcardsfromfaraway

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Postcards for my dad on the second anniversary of the last time I saw him:

I took a walk today and imagined you were with me. I got to show you where I live while reminiscing about all the walks and hikes we did together. It was nice, but I wish it had been real — you in full force, alive and well. It’s been two years, but my message stays the same.

Love you.
Miss you.
Wish you were here.

Proof of life. The monsoon season stretches my patience and pushes me to burrow deep into life-giving routines — daily walks (no matter the weather), nightly reading, weekend baking. And while I don’t think I’ll ever train my body to stop craving sunlight, I love all the GREEN born in these months.
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#findthebeauty #naturalmedicine

Proof of life. The monsoon season stretches my patience and pushes me to burrow deep into life-giving routines — daily walks (no matter the weather), nightly reading, weekend baking. And while I don’t think I’ll ever train my body to stop craving sunlight, I love all the GREEN born in these months.
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#findthebeauty #naturalmedicine

Proof of life. The monsoon season stretches my patience and pushes me to burrow deep into life-giving routines — daily walks (no matter the weather), nightly reading, weekend baking. And while I don’t think I’ll ever train my body to stop craving sunlight, I love all the GREEN born in these months.
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#findthebeauty #naturalmedicine

We don’t make a big thing of Valentine’s Day, but it’s a good opportunity for a shoutout. Much love to the guy who brings me coffee in bed all over the world, dreams big, and somehow stays steady when I am hopelessly mercurial.

We don’t make a big thing of Valentine’s Day, but it’s a good opportunity for a shoutout. Much love to the guy who brings me coffee in bed all over the world, dreams big, and somehow stays steady when I am hopelessly mercurial.

We don’t make a big thing of Valentine’s Day, but it’s a good opportunity for a shoutout. Much love to the guy who brings me coffee in bed all over the world, dreams big, and somehow stays steady when I am hopelessly mercurial.

We spent the last few days at the Intercontinental Danang Sun Peninsula, and I couldn’t recommend it more highly. Impeccable, whimsical design features by @billbensley around every corner. Stellar views. A beautiful spa that has been recently redesigned around sound and music concepts. The perfect setting for a certain HBO show known for high-end resort backdrops? I think yes.

#luxurytravel #whitelotusseason3 #visitvietnam #danang #billbensley #designhotels

A postcard for my dad:

Words have failed me today, but on this anniversary of the last time I saw you, I want you to know — you are so very alive in my thoughts.

Wish you were here.

Not even a smidge of filter. #mussorie #queenofthehills

Not even a smidge of filter. #mussorie #queenofthehills

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Life, lately:

In case anyone out there doesn’t know yet, we’re making a home in India for the next two years! We’ve been in Landour for two weeks and have cycled through a year’s worth of emotions. The adjustment is real. So are the gorgeous views.

Here’s to many adventures with the very best travel partner, @therealcameronbradley. 🥂

Six months today, Dad. It’s been an awfully strange, sad thing for life to keep moving without you.

I’m neither the first nor last to say it, but grief does feel like love. All the love, nowhere to put it. All the moments you want to text someone or ask them their thoughts or share a dumb joke, and they’re just not there to receive it. They’re gone. Grief shadows all these new moments that you’re unable to share… Love with nowhere to put it.

I suppose that’s why I’m writing here. There’s nowhere true to put this love. It’s pretty cliche, but I’ll say it to anyone reading: Send the text, even if it’s just a meme. Make the connection, even if it’s an awkward quick call. If you feel just a spark of love, a tiny urge to let someone know you’re thinking of them, do it. It doesn’t have to be a big show.

Dad, if YOU were here, I’d take you for coffee. I’d catch you up on all of our lives. If I could teleport us anywhere, we’d go to Guam. Do another hike. Finally find that cave we were looking for on the rocky cliffs over the Pacific. I’d take you on a press trip, like so many other travel writers I know who have been SO LUCKY to travel with their dads. I’d show you off — your goofy humor, your 90s fanny pack that might actually be back in style, your sense of adventure and willingness to embrace the uncomfortable.

I wish I could have you back in any form.
I miss you so much that it physically hurts.
I love you.

Six months today, Dad. It’s been an awfully strange, sad thing for life to keep moving without you.

I’m neither the first nor last to say it, but grief does feel like love. All the love, nowhere to put it. All the moments you want to text someone or ask them their thoughts or share a dumb joke, and they’re just not there to receive it. They’re gone. Grief shadows all these new moments that you’re unable to share… Love with nowhere to put it.

I suppose that’s why I’m writing here. There’s nowhere true to put this love. It’s pretty cliche, but I’ll say it to anyone reading: Send the text, even if it’s just a meme. Make the connection, even if it’s an awkward quick call. If you feel just a spark of love, a tiny urge to let someone know you’re thinking of them, do it. It doesn’t have to be a big show.

Dad, if YOU were here, I’d take you for coffee. I’d catch you up on all of our lives. If I could teleport us anywhere, we’d go to Guam. Do another hike. Finally find that cave we were looking for on the rocky cliffs over the Pacific. I’d take you on a press trip, like so many other travel writers I know who have been SO LUCKY to travel with their dads. I’d show you off — your goofy humor, your 90s fanny pack that might actually be back in style, your sense of adventure and willingness to embrace the uncomfortable.

I wish I could have you back in any form.
I miss you so much that it physically hurts.
I love you.

Six months today, Dad. It’s been an awfully strange, sad thing for life to keep moving without you.

I’m neither the first nor last to say it, but grief does feel like love. All the love, nowhere to put it. All the moments you want to text someone or ask them their thoughts or share a dumb joke, and they’re just not there to receive it. They’re gone. Grief shadows all these new moments that you’re unable to share… Love with nowhere to put it.

I suppose that’s why I’m writing here. There’s nowhere true to put this love. It’s pretty cliche, but I’ll say it to anyone reading: Send the text, even if it’s just a meme. Make the connection, even if it’s an awkward quick call. If you feel just a spark of love, a tiny urge to let someone know you’re thinking of them, do it. It doesn’t have to be a big show.

Dad, if YOU were here, I’d take you for coffee. I’d catch you up on all of our lives. If I could teleport us anywhere, we’d go to Guam. Do another hike. Finally find that cave we were looking for on the rocky cliffs over the Pacific. I’d take you on a press trip, like so many other travel writers I know who have been SO LUCKY to travel with their dads. I’d show you off — your goofy humor, your 90s fanny pack that might actually be back in style, your sense of adventure and willingness to embrace the uncomfortable.

I wish I could have you back in any form.
I miss you so much that it physically hurts.
I love you.